Post by theo on Sept 25, 2012 20:51:24 GMT -6
Character Name: Brylei Brianne Blythe
Nickname: Brylei, Lei, Bri, Ann
Age: sixteen
Gender: Female
Grade: Junior
Subject: n/a
Race: Werewolf
Canon/Non Canon: non-canon
Play-by: Kaley Cuoco
Appearance:
Age: sixteen
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Nickname: Brylei, Lei, Bri, Ann
Age: sixteen
Gender: Female
Grade: Junior
Subject: n/a
Race: Werewolf
Canon/Non Canon: non-canon
Play-by: Kaley Cuoco
Appearance:
She has intense vibrant green eyes, that have gradually experienced sectoral heterochromia. So she now has a rather large section of chocolate brown in her right iris, and streaks of brown in her left. She has soft relatively pale skin tone, similar to the shade of California sand. Not a single tattoo can be and ever will be found on her body, nor will a singly piercing. She is fully developed now, and has a 'curvy' frame. She is rather long-legged, and her legs are rather curved and slim, with fine define hips, and sloping calf's. Brylei has been known to wear the occasional layer of mascara, and her eye lids have been known to be gently tainted with eyeshadow. Brylei stands at a total height of 5'3 inches tall, and weighs a total of 91 pounds. Her hair is a light sandy blonde, with almost bleached like highlights. Her locks, are naturals wavy, and in the morning, they have been known to disguise the young girl as the Greek monster Medusa. She usually has her hair pulled into a sloppy pony-tail or just left down. She prefers old vintage clothing, and doesn't preferably like the school uniform, but at least she's not walking around in her birthday suit. She has light sun-kissed freckles on her nose and cheeks, with a birthmark on her wrist that is in the shape of a heart and a birth mark on her shoulder.Personality:
Brylei is very quiet and shy, a wallflower. She is not the type you'd see in big groups, she'd be that girl with her face in a book. She loves to read, and loves school, it's like an escape from anything that could hurt her. She is very insecure about her looks, and heart bares the scars of bullying. She is very intelligent, and hates the people that think that all intelligent people are dorks. Brylei can be very temperamental, her temper like a flame, easily ignited, and easily extinguished. Like fire, it isn't something to be played with. She has never shied away from a challenge, and never backed down unless the challenge was proven in-completable. Flirting, is one of those things, though she has never dated, and never kissed so she has developed a small phobia of the love. Brylei is a night owl when it comes to studying, she will read something repeatedly until she can almost recite it inside and out. She has a wonderful memory, though has common mental blocks on where objects is. Such as her phone, it is ether attacked to her at the hip, or lost. Brylei is very forgiving, and doesn't let much hurt her, sticks and stones might break her bones, but words would never hurt her. However, she knows personally that words cut deeper then a knife. Depression once held her prisoner, and she bares the scares of words and blades. She is very protective of ones she loves. She values honesty, and would never break a promise. Brylei is very affectionate to other werewolves, and has a bad habit of shaking her right foot when happy or excited, like a dog would shake their tail.History:
Brylei was born on September 13th, her mother died during birth, and she lived with her father. She spent her childhood without a maternal figure in her life, and there for didn't get many tidbits of advice on boys. At the age of twelve, she finished development, at the same time that the bullying started. Middle school was a horrible time for the young girl. The boys started sexually harassing her, and started to call her a 'slut' and various other crude names. The bullying continued until she attempted to end it, she still bares the scars for her mistake. Depression soon took hold of her, holding her prisoner for many years. She now spends alot of her time reading, and writing. On January 19th, something happened to her, she had a dream that she had turned into a wolf, and had ran free in the forest, thought it wasn't a dream, she had discovered a secret power within herself, she was a werewolf. The day summer was declared, and the end of grade eight was declared, she was the first one to flee from the building. She had plans, her life needed change, she soon found out about Cry Wolf school. As luck would have it she enrolled into Cry Wolf School, seeking refuge and an escape. The day she was notified of her acceptance, she was overjoyed. Finally, a new beginning, a new start. She slightly envies the girls, she see's with a guy at their hip. The ones that have a shoulder to cry on, and the ones that have possibly felt love. A desire for that lingers in her, though for a long time, she's ignored it and pushed it away. Though recently, it has seemed to grow...will she ever find love? Will she ever find that special person? Time will only tell.Name: Theo
Age: sixteen
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Brylei kept her eyes on the road, her left foot dancing and alive with movement, one of the many indicators of her bright mood. A smile glued to her figures, her gaze flickered to the picture of her mom, that sat taped to the dashboard. She had never met her mother, and had just recently stole this image from the family photo album. Her foot freezing, it stopped tense and stiff. Mom. A crystal clear tear, streaming down her cheek, it seemed to be as if igniting a trail of flames behind it.
Blinking rapidly, the young girl, pushed away the pain, trapping the thought of her mother in the dark corner of her brain. The last thing she wanted was her mascara to run, she'd then look like an ugly clown. What a first impression, 'Hello. I'm the ugly clown nice to meet you'. She frowned, before her foot dropped to the floor. Joy seemed to have been yet again digested by sorrow. A dark cloud hanging over the young teen, she gently bopped her head, in a rather pathetic attempt to invite joy back into her thoughts.
Arriving at her destination, she found a parking spot, then cautiously parked her vehicle. Her hand retrieving the key, she put it in her pocket, before snatching the picture of her mother. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tore it in half, then in fourths, then sixths. Until finally, it was just little morsels. It's a new beginning, might as well let go of the past. To her that was what everything was, the pain, her mother, the scars that laced her wrist... it was all the past.